You’ve just dropped your youngest off at college. You pull into your driveway; a place that once housed many cars, now has just two. You walk through the front door and in the entryway there is no hockey equipment to trip over. There’s no homework scattered across the coffee table. There’s no rustling teenagers upstairs. The house suddenly feels really big… and really empty.
This new season of empty-nester life might start with a good old-fashioned wallowing cry on the couch with a pint (gallon?) of ice cream while you look through baby albums. It’s different now — but it’s still home.